The school year officially began, and so far I don't have too many reasons to go all hyped-up and energetic.

 I had first classes already - and yesterday I was quite happy because I was only supposed to have 6 periods today.

This beautiful day started off with torrential rain, and it went on until now. Mind you, its already nighttime here.

As usual, my mom dropped me off on my bus stop and at that point I thought nothing was going to ridden me off of the positive feelings regarding the school year - I mean, it's my first year of high school - what can possibly go wrong?

Before I start, mind you - to travel by my bus you either need a pre-bought ticket, a card that allows you to use the public transport in my city, or to buy a ticket from the driver. Now, the driver needs to know where you're headed to charge you for just as much gasoline as you use with your fat to be carried there. I guess you can quite see what I mean.

Now, I have applied for the card - but it takes the system twenty working days to get it done and unfortunately there was no way of getting it for today.

I hopped on the bus and got shouted at for attempting to voice my destination to the driver.

Yes, he actually shouted at me because I wanted to tell him how much he should charge me.

I understand, it may happen once, everyone has their better and worse days, but I swear to god, this man hates me. It was not the first time. Whenever I see this man in the driver's seat, I immediately search my purse for a ticket - just to evade him venting out his dissatisfaction at me.

Moving on, having settled the case, I continued my magnificent journey which is 45 minutes of speeding up and stopping at the bus stops, jumping at the bumpy roads (I live in the suburbs) to get to my school which is 10 kilometres from my house.

Great.

I arrived at school only to learn that my Chinese teacher called the night earlier and they had no way of notifying me that I actually don't have the first two periods.

I spent two hours doing nothing - it's too early even for my math teacher to give us homework and I forgot to bring my phone with me.

Then I had PE (which required me to go to the sports hall in the rain, not that much of a deal) and the trainers told us that they don't know who teaches us themselves. Another 45 minutes of doing nothing.

After going back to the main building of my school, we were divided into 6 groups based on our English skills. I'm not a native English speaker, and I have 6 periods of English per week, which is quite a lot for my country. I have 3 teachers (the lead one who has 3 periods with my group, the "helping" one who has 2 periods with my group and a native speaker).

I already knew who my lead teacher and native speaker were going to be, only the last one was still unknown.

Believe me, you are sometimes better off knowing less.

The "helping" teacher turned out to be that kind that never smiles, and even when seems to be joking is in fact serious.

Imagine someone staring at you as if capable of reading your thoughts, heck, CONTROLLING them.

Right. Students call him pedobear for a reason, it seems.

The lesson was okay at first - he talked about the book we're going to work with and all those things that you do on the first lesson.

And then, on the first lesson, he made us write a speech. We had five minutes to come up with a '2-minute piece that shows off our skills and knowledge in terms of grammar and vocabulary".

I and my best friend are the most skillful students in the advanced group. Even we were sitting there, trembling with fear so I can't imagine what the rest of my group felt.

The teacher asked 3 people to present their speeches (that didn't include me fortunately) and the lesson ended.

The remaining two periods were quite magical compared to the terror that we were served earlier.

Yes, I have been assigned to do speeches in 5 minutes. Some teachers even prepared small pieces of paper with topics and main points listed on them for us to draw and use for our speeches - the time we had to analyze and brace ourselves for delivering the whole thing was 30 seconds to one minute.

But no one has ever thrown the thing at us like "oh, it's the first day, nice to meet you, I hope we can cooperate, NOW YOU HAVE 5 MINS I WANT BEAUTIFUL AND MAGNIFICENT SPEECHES ILLUSTRATING HOW ADVANCED OF AN ADVANCED GROUP YOU ARE, IN YOUR FACE".

But how did your first day go? I know some of you have already begun school earlier, but I hope your first day was better than mine. :)